Author's Note: You guys are the sweetest! Your reviews always make my day. Now I had a review that stated they didn't like the last chapter. Said it felt like someone else wrote it and I get that. It was hard to write because it's Steph but it can't be Steph because she doesn't remember anything. I hate that anyone felt that way about the last chapter. I really hope you stick it out and enjoy later chapters.

Now for the HP names. I'm addicted to HP. Horribly addicted. But I am okay with that. However I assume others aren't. But that's not why I put HP names in the last chapter. I was in the middle of a meeting when I was writing my last chapter(Well... some of it). So I could only think of names of people I work with and I can't do that. I'm sorry the names bothered you. Fleur won't be in the story all that much. However... Mr. George Weasley will be. But I will eventually drop the Officer part. So again.. I hope it doesn't bother y'all too much.

Last but not least.. I still do not know if this is a Babe or a Merry Man story. I really don't. My muse either isn't telling me or she doesn't know either. I do know that it will never be a cupcake. I don't really like Joe and he isn't right for Steph.

And of course I do NOT own these crazy characters.

Chapter Four
Barn Yard

"I really appreciate this." She watched as he leaned down to sign the papers.

He chuckled. "Told you, I owed you one and I always got your back. I told you that."

She nodded in reply. "I know." She swallowed hard. "And you promise you won't say a word to him. Or anyone. No matter what happens." She was firm but at the same time her voice was shaking.

He cupped her cheek and nodded. "You have my word, Stephanie."

The moment was broken by a man in a suit. "And here are your keys." He announced, dropping them into an out stretched man hand. That hand then turned to her and dropped the keys into her hand. "Take care of her."

I jerked awake and let out a shriek of outrage. It had felt so real. I was sure it was. I closed my eyes and tried to think of every little detail I could. His face was blurry so I couldn't make out a single detail. He look to be wearing a suit. Not like the other man, but more pristine. Or.. Ugh. I didn't know a thing about suits. And don't say a word to who? Ugh! I flung myself backwards on the bed. This was the first time I had dreamt about a person and of course nothing familiar hits me. This was so frustrating.

I looked towards my bed side clock and groaned at the time. I had about three minutes before my alarm went off. I had another day of work to get ready for. And only then, at the thought of my job did I smile. I had been there for two weeks and every day was something different but it felt so right. I loved talking with the patients, helping them with a bill or an appointment or just giving them directions. My co-workers were so nice. I enjoyed hanging out with them in the break room when on lunch or joking with them during quiet times which wasn't often. I was so very grateful for Fleur and the people that made it possible for me to work. A temporary social security card was in play but I was okay with that. Anything to continue with my job and this amazing feeling of being accomplished.

"Hey Steph!"

I looked up as my co-worker, Kelly entered the room. I grinned. "Hey."

She took her spot next to me and got her work station set up. We mostly answered phones and checked people in, but we also handled paperwork and filing. I was a wiz at all the paperwork. I got mine down twice as fast. I thought for sure it would have made my co-workers mad, but instead they watched me as I did mine and took notes. Made me feel important. I don't know if that was good or bad in the long run but right now I needed it.

"So Melissa and I are going out tonight to a local bar. And we were wondering if you and your newly released foot would like to come with us?" She glanced over at me, grinning.

It was true. The cast part that is. Dr. Mendoza had it removed just the other day, during my lunch break. It felt weird, not having that extra weight on my leg but I was enjoying my new found freedom.

I met Kelly's eyes with a huge grin on my face. "I would love to go. What time?"

"We'll come get you around eight tonight. Does that work for you?"

I nodded in agreement. To be honest, I would have agreed no matter what. I needed a night out. To feel just a little bit more normal. I chewed on my lower lip for a minute before speaking what I was worried about. "I don't have much to wear..."

Kelly interrupted. "Jeans and shirt is fine. That's what I'll be wearing."

My relief was instant. "Thanks! That I definitely have."

Kelly gave me a smile but patients were arriving for their early morning appointments. The day went by super fast as always. I said good bye to Kelly and told her I would see her at eight. She returned my smile and climbed into her car.

I walked the short distance to Mary's house, thinking of my dream from the night before. I wanted to know who the 'him' was and what I didn't want him to know. I really hoped that I could either dream some more about that moment or maybe even remember something.

I walked in to find Mary in the kitchen making a carafe of coffee. She lives off coffee. "Hey Stephanie. How was your day?"

Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I replied. "It was good. Kelly invited me to go with her and Melissa to a bar tonight and hang out." I leaned against the counter.

Mary, with her cup of coffee did the same. She had a huge smile on her face. "That's great! Are you going?"

I nodded. "I am. Kelly is picking me up at 8."

"Good. You have tons of fun tonight. I've got a date so I probably won't be home."

I cocked my eyebrow. "A date, huh?"

She shrugged. "A fellow nurse asked me and I said yes. But I told him don't get fresh."

That made me laugh. "Fresh?"

Mary laughed and snapped a towel at me. "Go get dressed."

I saluted her playfully, dodged another towel snap, and headed towards my bedroom. I honestly didn't have many clothes. I've only got one paycheck since I started work and I bought a few pairs of pants and a few tops from some local second hand shops, bought some food and then gave the rest to Mary. She tried to refuse it, but I wouldn't allow it. She's done so much for me and I wanted to help out.

I decided on a pair of black skinny jeans and a blue flowy top that made my blue eyes pop. Now time for hair and make up. I borrowed some of Mary's make up and she didn't have a lot but with what she did have I was able to give myself a smoky eye that looked amazing. And of course a few swipes of mascara.

I recapped the mascara and looked at myself in the mirror. "For courage." A feeling swept over me and I gave an involuntarily shiver. I gripped the mascara in my hand and said it again. "For courage." I gave another myself another swipe of mascara. "Mascara is for courage." I said the words out loud and while it sounded really stupid, it felt right somehow. But ... I said it again. Louder. "Mascara is for courage." My hand tightened around the mascara tube and I shivered again. I didn't understand the relation but I knew it meant something. Mascara was for courage.

I placed the tube of mascara back in the drawer but I did it so carefully. Like I was almost afraid that the memory or whatever it was would disappear. Why was it so important? I couldn't answer that. Instead I pulled my crazy curls into a ponytail, letting a few tendrils frame my face. After making sure I had everything I needed, I headed back into the kitchen and made myself a quick peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I loved peanut butter but I didn't really care for jelly. Not my thing, I guess. By the time, I finished my sandwich Kelly had pulled up and we were headed toward the bar.

The parking lot with the small town bar we pulled into was not what I was expecting. The building looked to be a run down barn. It was red in color but it was sun bleached. Most of the boards holding it together were damaged in some way. Kelly grinned when she saw my face. "It's not pretty, I know. But it's a local hangout. The only night to avoid is Tuesday nights."

My brows furrowed in question. "Why Tuesday?"

"That's usually when the major drug deals go down."

My mouth dropped. "Say what?"

Kelly shrugged. "No one can confirm it, but its a rumor type of thing. Just stay away from this place on Tuesdays."

I nodded. "I will keep my distance on Tuesdays."

Kelly laughed. "But for tonight, let's go dance." I joined in with Kelly's laughter as we met Melissa at the door. To my delight they both were dressed in black jeans and t-shirts. I fit right in. It made me feel good. And the three of us walked into the Barn Yard.

The placed was busy but it wasn't packed. We spent most of our night dancing on the make shift dance floor to songs that I don't really know. Most of them were country. We drank beers and took shots and laughed at pick up lines whenever a guy would come our way. After another grueling dance wave, we grabbed bottles of water and took our seats at a table in the corner. Melissa broke the silence.

"So Stephanie, you really don't remember anything?" She asked, concerned.

I took a long drink of my water, shaking my head. "No. I wish I did."

Kelly snorted. "I bet. It must be hard not having any memories of anything. Not who you are or any one that was important to you."

I gave a shrug. I didn't really want to talk about that. I don't think Kelly or Melissa realized they put my face on the news and no one stepped up to say they knew me. So really... could I even be important to someone.

"We're happy that you're at Jacksonville Memorial. You keep us on our toes there. You're a natural at all that paperwork." Melissa spoke up.

I grinned at her, silently thanking her for the change of topic. "Thank you! I really like it there. Everyone is amazing and so nice."

Melissa said something else, but my attention wasn't focused on her anymore. I had a direct line of sight to the door to the Barn Yard and in walked two of the most sexiest men I had ever seen(well.. you know what I mean). Both of them were dressed in all black, cargo pants that molded to their fit, thick thighs and t-shirts that were stretched around their muscular arms. Both of them were wearing belts that held handcuffs, tasers, and a gun. That's where their similarities stopped. The shorter of the two but not really that short had thick wavy blond hair. His face was handsome, but I wouldn't call him pretty. He was movie star handsome. Easy to photograph and easy on the eyes.

The other one though, he felt familiar. He had dark brown hair that was cut short on the sides and a little longer on the top. I couldn't be for sure but his eyes look to be almost black. I was pretty sure he was Latino. His skin was dark, the color of mocha. He was drop dead gorgeous. Every woman in here, including Melissa and Kelly stopped and just stared as he walked through the bar. I was pretty sure he could tell all eyes were on him, he just didn't care. His eyes never wavered from the bartender who looked to be scared to death of the two men in black. There was white wording on the upper right side of their shirts but I was too far away and the wording too small to make out.

The darker of the two spoke quietly to the bartender who in returned, nodded. Then all of three of them disappeared down a hallway where I knew was the bathrooms and an office. They were back there long enough that I finished two more bottles of water. I couldn't take my eyes off the hallway entrance. I needed to see him again. I wanted to see him again. Maybe if I saw him again... I don't know. I just knew I needed to. After another few minutes, they finally emerged. However, now there were four of them and the blond was leading the newest man who appeared drunk out by handcuffs. My eyes went directly to the other one. As he walked back through the bar, his eyes scanned the bar several times. His skimmed over me, once and then came back to look directly at me. His reaction made me curious.

His brows furrowed. Not in recognition but in confusion. His eyes didn't leave mine as he walked through the bar. When he got to the point he had to look away or break his neck, he gave his head a little shake and looked away. He got to the door and actually turned back once more. His eyes skimmed my face, but he finally walked through the door and out of the Barn Yard.

Memorized by his eyes, I completely forgot to look at the white lettering on this shirt.